Gladys

Sep. 19th, 2002 08:17 pm
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Harry Ugol introduced me to Gladys, Godess of Parking Spaces, in 1992. Before we knew it we were attributing every piece of synchronicity in our lives to Gladys.

I haven't though about her in years. It is sympromatic of the loss of magic in my life. Say what you want about (leather)faeries, but the right dosage of belief in magic, purpose, or meaning, can lighten any load. Well, in my life at least.

Anyway, in the midst of the throes of a friend being contacted strangely by a company, I get mail from another friend whom I haven't emailed with in months. Works for the same company. I put them in touch.

I have been thinking about getting the quad-capacity battery for my VAIO Picturebook. 15.5 hours of juice on it, max -- yeah right, if all you do is look at your background picture or something. Still, it is nothing to sneeze at. Now my existing and ever punier-getting battery on the Picturebook refuses to charge. At all. If I disconnect from power, my machine dies on the spot. I'd better get a new battery.

So Gladys, what are you telling me, and are you here to stay for a while?
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